Decisions.
What is life but decisions?
They affix themselves to me,
Their complex tendrils surrounding me,
Pulling me in all directions.
I must resist the pressure,
Or I will be burned in a fiery hell;
How can I resist?
I nothing but spontaneous combustion waiting to happen.
So many directions...
Help.

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Help me, for I am lost ( Read more... )

I should be ashamed of myself ( Read more... )

I am empty,
A porcelain doll without a core;
No heart, no soul,
Simply big brown eyes and golden blonde ringlets.
I desperately seek substance in all the wrong places;
I need to be filled,
I need to be full,
Fill me up!
They never do,
And I am left as I always am:
Empty.

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I've spent much of my life in a cage ( Read more... )

It is freedom that I seek,
For it is no longer a myth;
It resides inches above my fingertips.
I reach out further;
If my arms would only grow longer?
For I have sought it long,
And I found it long,
And now I must possess it.

Or am I simply reaching in the wrong direction?
Guide me.

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Perhaps there is a ray of light amidst darkness;
Perhaps there is hope, a word I have longed to feel and never mastered;
Perhaps you are there, as surreal as a dream and as honest as reality;
Perhaps you can help me help myself.

Perhaps you can help me learn to live...

Perhaps?

I long...

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I march to the beat of no drummer,
Neither different nor alike.
For my drummer, he has fallen.
And resurrection is for Jesus, not for me.

So alone I make the funeral march,
For alone I'll always be.
Will you walk beside me?
No one ever has.

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I need to feel, I need to breathe,
I need to live.
Will you bring me back to life?
Or will you numb me further,
An angel neither fallen nor arisen,
Simply lost?
Raise me up,
Breathe air into my lungs,
Make me feel again,
I need to live!
Show me love,
Show my life,
I need to live.

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You stripped me down until nothing was left;
No heart, no mind,
No soul.

I cried until it all was dry;
My eyes, my heart,
My soul.

I am numb.

In the end, I am always numb.

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